This stands out as the memory maker from a school system that wrongly placed me in the special education class (I'd just moved from deep south to the high north and spoke with a slow drawl), placed me in in-school suspension for missing 10 days of class in one semester for my grandma's funeral crosscountry, and who had a school counselor who told me I'd never make it in college:

The last day of 7th grade the teachers dgaf so had everyone watch a movie for class time, lined all the kids up in charis in rows like a pseudo movie theatre, and put something g-rated on. I wasn't talking to anyone, just watching the movie, when I realized 2 girls behind me were whispering about me and throwing stuff at me. Turns out it was gum.

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Multiple gums.

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In my hair.

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With absolutely no warning, these girls had been throwing gum in my waist-length hair. I had to cut all of it off that summer, which was devastating for me at that age. I still have no idea why they thought that was a smooth move. No repercussions, of course.